Devitt and Storrie @ State Bar, Glasgow International Comedy Festival

As Devitt and Storrie take the floor in the crowded basement of the State Bar, there is a palpable sense of mischief. A prickling sense that something is afoot. Much time is spent gabbing with the audience before the show even starts, ensuring all of the front row have a pouffe for comfort.

Both are frighteningly quick, and exude an energy and self-assuredness that has been largely missing from my Glasgow International comedy festival experience so far. Each comic has her niche - Storrie's bubbly delivery and observational gags and Devitt's delightfully uncompromising filth - and it doesn't take them long to wheedle hearty belly laughs from the supportive crowd. Storrie is first up with half an hour of confident riffs on family life as the daughter of one of Scotland's most successful comics. She hymns on Glasgow life and navigating the world with a healthy dose of geekery and misfitdom. She displays a genuine funny bone and is eminently likeable onstage.

Devitt is refreshingly deadpan in comparison; she's perhaps more traditional in her material and delivery, but wickedly funny nonetheless. She expertly flirts with the slightly mental hard-girl persona. You'll laugh until your face hurts - all the time subconsciously acknowledging her alpha-ness and thanking your stars you're on her good side. Both sets are short and sweet, though they could easily have gone on with the crowd on board. Not the likeliest of pairings, but it works beautifully. Definitely two to keep an eye on.